Remember this post from a few weeks ago? I'm thinking I could do a weekly installment of why being me is so difficult...you would probably really enjoy it!
Here's this week's reason:
Last night Jason and I decided to play a rousing game of Rummikub. He was talking all sorts of smack about how he was going to beat me...and I was determined to prove him wrong. We were lazy and didn't want to go all the way downstairs to play at the kitchen table so we improvised by putting a white board on the bed and used that as our table.
Sting was serenading us in the background...but that's not really an important part of the story.
I reached for my phone and realized that the battery was almost dead. I leaned over to pick up the plug from the floor to charge it and all of a sudden I heard a sizzling sound.
I squealed and jumped off the bed. Jason yelled from the other room, "What? Did you see a spider or something?" No husband I did not see a spider. I am not afraid of spiders and I most certainly don't squeal over something little like a spider.
I didn't say that to him. Instead I said this: "No...no spider. My hair just caught on fire." You see, I was completely oblivious to the candle that was burning on the table next to my bed...and so when I leaned over to pick up the plug, my hair was right over the flame of the candle...
It's just hair right? And it will grow back right? And there are worse smells than burnt hair right?
Go ahead and laugh...I did...for a long time.
Oh...and Jason beat me at all three games we played.